I don’t—I let her do it

“I need to try it,” Scarlett pleads. “I need it now, Mr. Harrison—I need your cock in my pussy now—I need it filling my slutty little teen pussy . . . Please, Mr. Harrison, fuck me—fuck that pussy—make me your naughty teenage slut . . . Take me—take me hard—take me hard and make me your little cumslut . . . Please . . .”

Well, since she asks so nicely, who am I to say no? “Show me what you can do,” I tell her, lying on my back next to her. “Ride my cock like a good little slut.”

“Yes, Mr. Harrison,” Scarlett moans. She gets up and straddles me, then reaches down to line up my prick. She lowers herself onto my knob, takes me a little way in, and stops with another moan. “Fuck that’s a tight fit,” she breathes. “So good—stretching that tight teenage pussy so good . . .” Rather than dropping further, she starts swiveling and flexing her hips, fucking my cockhead.

“Ooooooh, that’s good, baby girl,” I moan. “You’re so fucking tight . . . Dance on my pole, naughty girl—fuck that big cock with your tight, sweet cunt . . .”

“Yeah—yeah—yeah—” Scarlett pants. “I love your big, thick fuckpole, Mr. Harrison—making me feel like a whole new woman—like a real woman . . . I want to feel you in every inch of my tight little teeny cunt . . .” She starts working me up and down, now, taking me a bit deeper every time.

“One thing,” I say, and Scarlett looks a question at me. I grab her by the tits and pull her forward; she squeaks in surprise and puts her hands out to catch herself. “Give me your tits like a good little slut.”

“Fuck yeah,” she hisses. I squeeze her generous orbs and roll them against my palms, enjoying the sight, then feed one into my mouth. I kiss all around the areola, tasting her satiny skin, taking mouthfuls of her soft, firm titflesh, and savoring the feeling of her heavy curves against my face. I enjoy one for a while, then switch and give the other one the same treatment. “So good,” Scarlett moans. “Your big thick cock is splitting me open . . . plowing open that sweet little teen pussy . . . Your mouth feels so good on my boobs—I need more—more . . . Suck my nipples, Mr. Harrison, please, suck my nipples . . . Ohhhh, fuuuuuck, I love your cock . . . need your cock . . . Squeeze my boobies—squeeze my big boobies, suck my nipples, please suck my nipples, they’re aching for you, I need your mouth . . .”

I give her what she wants, since it’s what I want, too: I suck one of her swollen pink nubs into my mouth, tasting it with my tongue and gently biting it. “Yeah—yeah—fuck yeah—” Scarlett pants. “Just like that—just like that on my nipples—devour my boobs, Mr. Harrison—taste me—suckle my nipples—fill your mouth with my big soft boobies . . .”

I suck Scarlett’s eager pink nub deep, filling my mouth with as much of her soft, firm titflesh as I can and licking it all over, then let most of her boob slip from my mouth and suckle her hard and fast. I pinch the other nipple lightly and massage her full, heavy orb. I release my grip on the one I’m suckling and slip a couple fingers into her twat to tease her clit; she mewls, “Yes—yes—so good, Mr. Harrison, just like that, just like that, so fucking good . . . Rub my button—rub my slutty little button—make me so horny, so fucking hot . . .”

Scarlett’s movements get more and more agitated as I pleasure her body. “I love your big mommy-maker, Mr. Harrison . . . love you making a real woman of me . . . making me your little slut—making me a real man’s slut,” she moans. “I need it—need your big man cock—need it in my little teeny cunt—need it filling my slutty little cunt—need it now—all of it—now—” She lifts herself up and slams her hips down, taking me in to the root in one convulsive movement. She throws back her head and howls as her pussy detonates around my cock, sending a blast wave through her whole body. Since I’ve already cum hard down her throat, I’m able to hang on while her hotbox pulsates and spasms around my cannon.

When Scarlett stops trembling, I gently nip her swollen pink bud, then pull and twist the other one. She screams and cums again even harder. “That was naughty, Mr. Harrison,” she breathes, “so naughty . . . treating me like a naughty little slut . . . so good on my boobs . . . You love my big boobies, don’t you, Mr. Harrison?”

“They’re fucking incredible, baby girl,” I rumble. “I love having them hanging in my face—I love feeling their weight while my big dick stretches your hot young cunt. You’re so tight and wet, a perfect little fuckdoll. You like riding that cock like a hungry little slut? You like that big cock stuffing your sweet teen pussy?”

“I fucking love it, Mr. Harrison,” Scarlett moans. She starts rocking and sliding her hips, fucking my prick by rotation. “I love your big hunk of man-meat stretching my teeny little pussy—stretching it into a woman’s pussy—fucking me like a real woman . . . Just like that—rub my clit just like that, Mr. Harrison, do my big soft boobies just like that . . . So fucking good to my body . . . Make a real woman of your little baby girl—fill her hot little cunt with your big man cock—your big fucking mommy-maker—make her a real man’s slut . . . Show her little cunt what it means to get really fucked . . .” She adds swing to her hips, then starts gyrating, twisting on my pole and fucking it in circles and figure-eights. “I want to feel you all over my pussy,” she says breathily. “Fuck me everywhere . . .”

I feast on Scarlett’s tits, suckling and pulling and licking and nibbling and filling my mouth with her sweet, supple titflesh. I rub her little button in straight lines and circles. “Suck my boob, rub my button, pinch my nipple—more—more—more—” she pants, riding me harder and faster. She switches to bouncing up and down; I pull up my knees and fuck her back, thrusting up into her hot, tight pussy to meet her hard as she slams her hips down. “I’m so close, Mr. Harrison, so close, so fucking close—don’t, don’t, don’t don’t don’t don’t stop, just don’t fucking stop . . . Make me cum hard, Mr. Harrison, please make me cum hard, make me cum so fucking hard on your big mommy-maker—fill me up, fill that hungry little teen pussy with your hot baby batter, fill me so fucking full and make me cum . . .”

“I’m close too, baby girl,” I say, my voice thick with lust. “I’m gonna cum hard and deep in that sweet young cunt and fill you to the brim with my cream.”

“Yes, Mr. Harrison, yes—yes—” Scarlett moans jubilantly. “Give me your cum—I want it all—I need it—fill me up—fill me with your seed—”

“Cumming!” I roar, driving my cock home as my climax crashes through me like a rockslide, sending great gouts of cum deep into Scarlett’s molten core. I hear a jubilant hiss as my cream splashes the walls of her hotbox—a hiss which quickly rises to a teakettle shriek as the sensation triggers her own orgasm. She grinds on me, driving my hips down to the bed and continuing to press down as though somehow she could **** more of me into her tight, wet heat. Her cunt goes into paroxysms of ecstasy around my prick, trying to wring out every last drop of cum it can get.

Finally, Scarlett collapses on top of me. I wrap my arms around her and hold her tight, and she snakes her arms under my back. We hold each other and kiss, slowly and luxuriously, as my prick gradually shrinks out of her sex. “So good,” she breathes. “This is the sex I always dreamed of . . .”